Give me a
table for a cook.
My lady is coming to
thine.
Only the best we'll go to do [...]
the gold.
[...]
ain't stable.
But feed anyway when no one's
gonna hear what I say.
Let there be flowers and shade
delight.
She will be dining tonight.
Listen, my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady's coming to thine.
Give me a table as soon as you're able and bring me a barrel of wine.
My lady, my love, only the best we'll do.
Go roast me a dove, fry me an ox for a cook.
Lucy's coming, the heavens are coming, but I am a body in flame.
Bring me a plug and a nap for a dragon and spirit to chop with him.
Bring, bring me the moon cooked in a golden wine.
Money's no matter, my mother's a hottie.
My lady, my lady, my lady's coming to thine.
Bring me the wings of an eagle.
Bring me peacock's tails.
Bring me the legs of an iron and the hearts
of wine.
[...]
Bring me the wings of an iron and the hearts of an iron.
She will be thine.
She will be peace and she will
be loving
to [...]
[...]